Fireflies in the Rain

Another after-dark trek to the barn brought wonder once again and a little dampness. While the night air was still muggy with the humidity so inherent in Kansas, I discovered a bit of a chill as I walked up our driveway and into the woods. My flashlight bobbed up and down with the rhythm of my steps and twinkle lights—or were they creature eyes—blinked and flashed Morse code at me. I can't imagine what they could be trying to communicate—their little luminescent underbellies tapping out the not-so-familiar code. Guess I'd better brush up on the signals so I'll have better understanding tomorrow night.

I'm inherently curious about nature so I had to google "fireflies" and read up on their peculiar glowing abilities. The larvae even glow hence the name "glow worms." God brought forth a host of lessons for me as I pondered my latest adventure.

Scientists have discovered that the firefly uses its bioluminescence mainly in courtship rituals. The larvae activate their glow in order to thwart predators since their bodies contain a nasty tasting toxin. It's interesting to think that even in something this small God has a plan to help part of His creation.

And, what about the fact that 100% of a firefly's light is given off as light? Comparing it to the electric light bulb that only gives off 10% of its energy as light, the firefly is the perfection of efficiency—another miracle of God's creation. Interesting isn't it that 90% of man's energy is burned up in heat, while God's tiny firefly illumines its world and doesn't waste any energy. If only I could be so efficient.

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My seven-year-old daughter Brinna won't venture outside at night—ever—without a flashlight. She's pretty smart. I always feel safer walking in the dark with my flashlight, don't you? As I walked through the woods the other night, I had this feeling of being watched. When I shifted the light of my flashlight and watched the blinking "eyes," I knew they were fireflies, but my mind continued to speculate about other creatures—coyotes, raccoons, skunks, bobcats. You never know what lurks on the prairie.

Somehow, though, carrying that flashlight is like carrying God with me. He lights my way. He comforts me when I wonder whether a coyote is near. And, He helps me experience the wonders of the night—like fireflies.